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Post by Ophelia of Kildenree on Mar 19, 2014 19:36:55 GMT -5
Ever since the curse had been broken, and Princess Ophelia's memories of her true self had returned, she had been feeling a mix of both relief, and despair. She was glad that she remembered everything that the curse had taken from her, her family, her friends, where she came from. But that also meant she remembered the bad things as well. Belinda's betrayal, her kidnapping of Marik, they were now fresh in her mind like an open wound.
She had been so close, after five years of searching, to finally finding and being reunited with her love. And then the curse had hit, and thrown all of them into this new land, and taken their identities. And now she had no idea where Marik was or how she was going to find him. It was incredibly stressful, and oh how it hurt. But she knew she couldn't allow herself to give up. She would find Marik, and everyone else she loved, no matter how long it took. She was just going to have to take it day by day.
Her work at the animal shelter that she ran here in Storybrooke was one of the few things that helped to calm her and take some of the stress away. And so, when she wasn't busy searching, or spending time with her aunt, much of her time was spent here. That day, she had been sending most of the morning playing with a dog who'd just recently been brought to the shelter. He was a scruffy little fellow, but truly adorable. He'd been found wandering the streets with no collar, and so had been brought here. He was very friendly, and seemed to enjoy playing fetch with a small ball Ophelia had found in one of the drawers of her desk in the office. The dog's playful happiness seemed to be contagious, and for the first time since she'd gotten her memories back, she found herself laughing lightly at his eager hyperactivity.